One of the sheep was standing in the crosswalk waiting to cross (with her state-approved bicycle in tow). We stopped to let her cross, she recognized us and wouldn't budge. I told her we'd reached our kill quota for the week and that it was safe, but she remained anchored to the curb. The fear was palpable.
I liked it.
At least those freaks know there are people in town that disagree with them.